The Burning Blade

THE BURNING BLADE

By Whisper

CHAPTER 2 - REVELATIONS

The sun would be rising soon, thought Eraenis somberly, breaking away from his train of thoughts, if only for a moment. Jumping down from his perch on a branch with enough grace to put a cat to shame, he began his walk towards the patch of open grass by the stream, his thoughts swirling within his head. Looking at him, one could not see the conflict within this being, but would instead see the beauty and grace of the setting. Dawn was breaking, and the last remnants of the clear night were left as traces in the forms of long, soft shadows and dew, icing the grass, so as to make the very ground seem to shimmer in the slight glow of his skin. His hair floated as easily as mist behind him and it seemed he walked effortlessly and silently, not once slipping or stumbling on the wet and moist ground, nor stepping into ditches or muds.

But he was thinking quite a bit and paid little attention to his surroundings. After all, how could he? Everytime he had been on this world, he had a reason. To teach someone something, to show this world a great error it had made, to fight for one cause or another. Never before had he had misgivings, greatly because never before had he seen so much blood littering the very ground, the same he had sworn to protect. He pushed away those memories and re-focused his attentiont on the present. His night of excursions had lasted a few moments. Only the time it had taken him to step onto a rock and concentrate ever so slightly on the ground. He had expected having to sit peacefuly for hours, meditating in his trance like state to understand his purpose this time, to speak with the very Earth itself, but that had hardly been necessary. The Earth seemed to be calling him, eagerly, frantically even, to show him his purpose. How he had wept when he realised what had happened, and how he had wanted to rage. What had the humans done? How badly had they scarred this world they called theirs.

He knew what he would have to do. It would take a long time to set the road that they might right the wrongs that had been done, but it would be done. His confusion came not from his purpose. It would be done, and the world would be cleansed, but the thought of his last battle weighed heavily on his mind. Eraenis had spoken true when he had said that he had never meant Rebecca or Richard any harm. Circumstances on the other hand, it seemed, had already decided to throw those two in the line of fire. But how could he risk the lives of others, those that were not his to risk? No, he decided, he could not. If necessary, he would fight this alone. Deep inside his heart, though, he knew he could not. He would then be not only risking himself but too much along with it for the gamble to be even close to worth it. This seemed inacceptable though he did not truly decide it yet, and would gladly risk himself if it helped to save those two.

His thoughts continued in their tumultous fashion, with Ereanis fighting back old memories and thinking of ways in which to solve his problem without endangering too many people, while he knelt by the stream and drank the crisp, clear and cold water. In truth, he was so absorbed in his pondering that he hardly noticed the sunrise, only to be startled when a squirrel scurried beside him and lapped at the water from it's rocky perch. It seems, he thought wryly, his smile content for the time being, his decision reached as he stroked the squirrels back and enjoyed the more simple pleasures of being whole again, that he could only talk it through with Rebecca and Richard. They had a connection to him, and knew this world a lot better than he did. After an eplanation he felt certain they would have a few ideas and perhaps a solution could be found that kept all parties safe. Perhaps it was blind hope, or maybe prudent planning, but somehow Eraenis knew, that he could not involve more people until he had talked to them and a peaceful solution reached. With this thoughts settled, he got up and turned, using a bit of energy to locate the two and then smiling at the sight of them entwined in bed, content and peaceful, caring only about each other. He felt a twinge of guilt, for he truly did not wish to disturb the loving couple, and nearly abandoned his plan, but held firm when he considered the alternatives and likely blood shed that those alternatives might mean.

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She blinked as the sunlight streamed through the drapes and fell lightly across her face and his chest. The nail and teeth marks standing out clearly against his shoulder and chest, the sun light seeming to kiss them lightly and make her warm all over. She felt the warm coils of lust in her belly at the thought of what they had done yesterday night. They had reached the house and after an hour of rest and a meal later, had found themselves back where they had started, making love and teasing until several hours later, both had colapsed on the bed, too ehausted to even speak and fell asleep. Those thoughts also brought with them the reminders of why they had come home so much earlier than expected and Eraenis.

She frowned as there came a soft knock on the door, wondering who it could be so early in the morning, only to glance at the clock and see that it wasn't quite that early, but rather half past eight in the morning. It seemed wise to wake up the sleeping Richard, but Rebecca decided against it, knowing she had pushed her lover hard and fast last night, and he could probably use the rest, and so silently got out of the bed and went to retrieve a pair of his slacks and shirt, since they seemed closest and easiest to put on. She couldn't find her panties, and had a suspicion that answering the door bright and early in another man's house in her skirt with no panties might not be the smartest thing to do.

"I'm sorry," began Rebecca, her words trailing off in a whimper at the sight of him.

Her imagination had not exaggerated his appearance, and if anything had not quite done it justice. Eraenis stood there, in a sea of calm serenity that only seemed to inspire her trust in him, and smiled softly at her. He was dressed rather... conservatively, given that he was not even human. The morning did have a chill breeze in the air, but was by no means cold enough to warrant a coat. The black leather fell of his perfect shoulders with the ease of someone who had spent decades wearing it. It looked the part too, the leather having aged well, smooth and creased to the contours of his body. The collar seemed loose, not stiff like most of the modern day leather coats, and instead of seeming stifling, looked more like it would keep your body temperature just right... not too hot, neither leave you to the cold. Her gaze inadvertently went down, as she followed the line of his hips, where the coat dropped down, hiding his legs while he stood still only revealing his boots poking out from underneath the coat. They too had the worn and hardy look of good boots, very, very good boots, she thought silently, that had been worn for decades. Snapping back to the present and berating herself for so easily loosing her train of thoughts at the sight of him, she looked up at him. Up, she thought, once again loosing track of the situation and marvelling at just how stunningly gorgeous that face was. To Rebecca, Eraenis suddenly seemed a whole lot taller to her and once again she had to force herself to the matter at hand, trying quickly to recall everything that had happened the night before, including everything he said. Not an easy task, since she had been so close to dropping onto her knees before him that she had hardly registered a lot of what was said.

"I have brought you breakfast," he said smiling at her as he stepped into the house beside her, with a rather amused smile on his face. He was used to getting looks from both women and men, and with a thought could usually draw such looks from those that secoonds ago, had not even noticed him standing beside them. However, the many, many images Rebecca seemed to be throwing at him, even if involuntarily, made her struggle for control and reasoning power seem rather ... amusing. After all, a woman who would much rather throw herself upon his feet, kissing them and begging for him to use her to satisfy himself, than ask him who and what he was, and what he was doing here seemed very opposed to controlling at that point. Silently commending her for being on of the few people who had inadvertently evaded his call twice now, he sat on the lounger and smiled up at the now shivering Rebecca.

She knew he was not here to harm them. Quite the opposite, since he had coming bringing breakfast, and for the simple fact that if he wanted them, dead or alive, he would have little trouble taking them. With a start that woke her from her trance rather sharply, she realised that his very presence made her (and if last night was any indication, Richard as well) want to please him. They had been fighting it because sub consciously they had known he was a stranger, not human and the loss of control could be very dangerous. That, coupled with the fact that they had very little knowledge on just how to handle the situation spelled trouble in big bold letters. With an exclamation and underscore, she added silently as he smiled and tilted his head. This gave her, her second revelation. He was following her thoughts as easily as though she were speaking them aloud. Gritting her teeth and taking a soft breath she quickly came to three conclusions: First, he truly did not wish them harm, yet. Second, it seemed smart and prudent to find out as much as she could before that changed. Third, perhaps Richard should be woken.

"Yes," he murmured with approval. Perhaps, these two wouldn't quite be that helpless. "Go and wake him up. What I have to say concerns both of you and I need you both fully awake and fresh, so please do freshen up any way you choose to. I will wait and perhaps set the table?" he finished with the rather curious and rather odd sounding question.

It seemed absolutely absurd to Rebecca that He set the table. Followed sharply on the heels of that thought came the question on why she had just called him a 'He' and why setting the table seem so absurd? With a shake of her head at the far too many revelations, she muttered under her breath, "whatever..." and quickly made her way into the bedroom to wake Richard up. Surprisingly, she found him still asleep. Though the fact that Ereanis was in the house and now looking around the kitchen, seemed akin to an earthquake taking place inside her head. She frowned, realising that it truly was so and not just her imagination. Her mind seemed shaken and as it settled, she found herself focusing and attentive to a rather higher degree than she normally was, which in itself was considerable considering just how sharp she usually was.

Richard woke as she was half way to the bed, frowned for half a second as he sat up and then felt his eyes go wide. He had been having rather pleasant dreams of Rebecca, himself and fireplaces, when suddenly he felt his own mind jerking into consciousness, of its own accord, and even eagerly, and had found himself wanting to wake up gladly. His frown came from the sudden alertness in his mind, the lack of memories regarding his last dreams and of course, the sight of Rebecca in his clothes looking a bit to pale, slightly worried, more frustrated and angry, and even more - scared. Then he felt it. He looked up wide eyed at Rebecca and she only silently nodded, as easily reading his thoughts from his facial expression and guessing that, somehow, Richard knew Ereanis was in the kitchen. Whether it was reasoning skills, intuition, gut instincts or something else altogether, she didn't know, but made it a point to find out.

"Richard, we need a strategy and need one soon." she whispered urgently as she got up and locked the door to the bedroom unconsciously. Then shaking her head and giving a sarcastic laugh, she turned back and sat on the bed, knowing as well as Richard that the door seemed a flimsy and insignificant thing when contrasted with the being in the other room.

"What's been happening and why didn't you wake me?" asked Richard, not accusingly but urgently as he rubbed his head and took a few deep breaths to calm himself and take stock of the situation.

"I didn't know it was him when he knocked, and yes he did indeed knock on your door and walk in. I decided to let you sleep since you were probably tired. Also, I doubt he means us harm and he's got breakfast." she finished silently shaking her head at the last part.

"Knock? Breakfast? What..." he asked in sheer confusion.

"I'll explain while I get washed up," asnwered Rebecca heading to the bathroom and stripping on her way. neither of them were thinking of sex but the sight of the woman dropping her clothes with that fluid grace made Richards stomach twist with lust. Reminding himself of their situation and forcing his reactions down he stepped into the bathroom beside Rebecca and joined her at the sink as she washed her face.

"He really doesn't mean us harm. He could have us any way he wanted, willingly, but he hasn't done anything to force or coerce us in anyway. He can read our thoughts, and this is a guess, he can also control just how much he... 'affects' us whenever we're around him. I think we need to ask him a few questions and find out where we stand in all this. Somehow, I doubt hostility towards him will make him harm us, but I neither want to offend and anger him, nor not know just what exactly is going on. We need to talk and find out just where we stand." she finished as she headed into the shower area.

"You're having a bath," asked Richard with raised eyebrows after nodding absentmindedly to himself and registering everything she had said, and suddenly realising that the shower was on. It seemed a bit confusing to him that she would be having a shower while some sort of being was wandering around the kitchen. He was about to say so when she answered his thought for him.

"He wants us to be 'fresh' since he has something he would like to talk to us about. Mind you," she said poking her face out of the shower, water dripping down her face, "he said talk not tell, so I'm assuming we have some say in the matter. Brush your teeth and get ready Richard, I'd like to get out there as soon as I can too, but I actually agree with him on the point that we might as well be fresh and use every advantage we can get today."

Richard sighed and wondered if it was good or bad luck that sheer timing had caused everything to happen at once. Rebecca, he had liked for a while, if not loved at least as a friend, and for better and worse, there was suddenly a stranger throwing all the chances, expectations and normality out the window. Thanks to Eraenis, they had moved farther in a day than they would have in a month under 'normal' circumstances, yet the uncertainty and confusion seemed only bound to cause some sort of problem or the other later. He spent a few moments arguing that they could handle anything so long as they were willing to work at it and the practicality of a military man stating that this would definetely unsettle things at least a bit. Silently he came to the conclusion that things might not go as expected, but that most things could be solved and it would only be a matter of taking things as they came.

Soon, Richard was standing in front of the mirror, head bowed, hands in the air, wrists together, while Rebecca stood behind him, buttoning his shirt up for him in silence. Finished with that she turned him around with her fingers directing his movements, lowerd his arms behind his back and nodded approvingly. It hadn't taken either of the two very long to decide that this would be a lovely time for Rebecca to dress up her new slave. She had picked a pair of dark green khakhi's and a light, tan coloured shirt that accented his skin well. She herself had remained in a pair of his slack and a work shirt since she had no other clothes. Straighteing his shirt and smiling softly, she nodded at him as she dragged his face lower with a firm grip on his jaw and stole a kiss from the surprised man. She thrust her tongue in his mouth, grinding it against his and licking along the inside of his mouth, taking in the taste of him as he moaned deep in his throat. The sound drew a soft, half purr half growl from her own throat and she bit down on his lower lip, sucking and nibbling on it before she suddenly let him go and smiled wickedly at the suddenly weak kneed Richard and gave on tug on his pants, silently signalling he should follow her as she turned around and walked out of the bedroom. They paused and looked at each other, anxiousness and worry creasing their faces in frowns as they both mentally prepared themselves for the confrontation. A deep breath and sigh later, they opened the door and entered the living room.

Eraenis smiled to himself, barely holding back a chuckle at the sight, sat silently in one of the chairs around the small table in the kitchen. Rebecca seemed to have as much of a desire as she had initially when he had appeared at their doorstep, though she had more control with Richard so close behind her. The sight of the man following silently and gracefully behind her told Ereanis a lot. He was a fighter that one, he thought silently and smiled a bit more softly and less amusingly, as he watched Richards steps. Graceful, careful, well place and sure footed, in his own home. He understood that though the man may not be invincible, he would be a very dangerous foe to many and silently applauded Rebecca, yet again, on finding someone so strong and well suited to her own fiery and fierce spirit. His attention turned to Rebecca once more and noticed that she had gained not only a bit of control, but also peace, wisdom and strength from her partner. Just as Richard had gained a massive amount of strength, surety and confidence from her. More and more, Ereanis found himself glad for his choice. These two were not only strong and smart, but complimented each other so well in so many ways, that he very much doubted he would find better to help him.

"Ereanis, I don't think we've introduced ourselves. Since no one seems to know where to begin, why don'tzwe start there?" asked Rebecca after taking a deep breath and plunging in, having waited for a handful of moments wherein the silence seemed to stretch rather long.

Ereanis had been sitting silently, watching Richard and Rebecca for a while, smiling all the time, now only chuckled softly. That sound alone sent shivers thzrough both Rebecca and Richard. It souded like the sound of a stream in some fantasy land, more akin to nature itself than a sound made by people. Again, the newly founded couple wondered what exactly it was that had knocked on their door, metaphorically speaking. "You are Rebecca Mercy and the handsome, and quite lucky, man by your side whose house this is, is Richard Brent. You both compliment each other spectacularly and I know about the both of you than either of you think." he said. "I could find out more about your pasts, but I have little reason or cause. Should you wish to tell me one day, I will be glad to know more of both of you, but until that fated morn, I cannot see why I might need to know." he finished as he stood up and walked to the veranda's glass doors behind his chair. "You must be wondering what I am, and in the interest of progress, I shall try to explain. Your language has no words for me. I was once called something that may not be spoken anymore. It was part of a penance that was to be paid. You see, I have existed in this world since millenia. Always silent and secluded, maintaining a low profile, so to speak. The only times that has changed were when there was great need. I looked over this world, but never interfered unless fate itself demanded it. I love your people, so different from myself, lives in such contrast to mine. Ever I have chosen to protect them should true disaster strike, and ever I have. I am not human, clearly so. My people lived in this world once. We survived by ruling our realms and feeding, searching for happiness just as your people do, though perhaps our means and goals differed greatly. One day, we simply started fading because the source of our life, had begun to fade. Some believed it to be a catastrophe, though more of us believed that it was the world itself slowly and gently moving us aside for a new people. After all, we were immortal and there was nothing that could destroy us. Your people have a phrase these days it seems. 'Mother Nature', I believe it is. Well, we were never judgemental and did not start then. But while most of my people died, I survived, although I sometimes wish it were different. I survived to guard the new race. Human beings were clumsy, ineffectual and crude. They were also love and caring, nurturing their young and full of passions so different from ours. We existed, maybe even lived, but we had long ago lost that legendary passion you humans possess in so much abundance. I enjoyed these humans and helped whenever they required, slowly letting my role diminish and merely watching. I found the joys of parenting, the joys of company and the joys of truly living with passion and not existing or surviving. I still miss my people, but I understand what has to be done and am content now." Ereanis paused and turned to look at Rebecca and Richard, both so enthralled in his story that they had completely forgotten everything else and seemed enraptured. Nodding to himself, he continued.

"I contented myself with a quiet existance and watchfulness, only bringing myself to the forefront as I said, in times of great need. But the last time I did so, I erred. My mistake cost many their lives and the ones I had sworn to protect, I could not. In the end, their sacrifice had been unnecessary and the responsibility weighed heavily on me. In my grief and anger I faded until I was no more of this world. You must understand, I sustain my own life's energy by feeding of humanity's emotions. This does not diminish their emotions but is like sunlight to a leaf. A source of energy. Love, lust, anger, grief, fear, contentment, joy... all emotions affect me and it took years of practice to only accept certain emotions. The feeling of loss, of loosing so many loved ones so suddenly was something I had never experienced, and the fact that I had failed in my responsibility only added to the guilt. Then, recently I was awoken and brought back for there is another time of need. I am glad to be back, at a chance to redeem myself, but I fear more blood in my hands. You see," said Ereanis, his tone suddenly grave and face lost of all mirth, skin as dull as a human's the dark grooved runes visible now on his arms. "It seems that in my absence, some humans have begun to wrought ruin upon the Earth. There is something growing in the bowels of this world, but it is not natural, not a creation of Mother Nature. It is man made and festering, like a wound, and will eventually destroy not just yourselves, but the world." he said as he sat down at the table again. "The world will truly die. It will stop dancing around the sun, your physics laws will no longer hold and the very forces of nature will turn upon everything, storms to cleanse, deep freezes lasting centuries to sterilize, and nothing that your people alone might try will stop any of it, or even slow it down." he finished with a finality that sent chills down Richard's back. Rebecca felt the same.

Her thoughts swirled around her. His past seemed truly strange, and she had so many questions she knew instantly that time was needed to digest it all. Why would he lie? Yet, how many questions did she have... they seemed far too many to even count. What of the present situation? The Earth was alive and would die? Extinction? Due to humans? Though the last hardly seemed surprising, given the state people had turned the world into. Somehow, though, Rebecca and Richard both did believe Ereanis and knew that this had nothing to do with pollution or anything they knew of. "There are too many things for us to come to understand here. Too much new information and not enough time to digest it all." stated Richard absently to himself as he came to the same conclusions Rebecca did.

"True," said Ereanis as he stood once again and held out his hand to Richard. "I think you would know more of your world than myself at this point and so, might be able to help. I am reluctant to involve others due to my past. More blood on my hands I do not need. However, I do need help and came to ask you for yours. There is no urgency in terms of time to your people. We have time, though the quicker we finish this the better. Take your time to understand it all and myself. For now I think it would be wise to show you how I feed that you suffer no misunderstandings later." he finished as Richard got up and looked at Rebecca for a moment before taking his hand.

Suddenly the world shifted and Ereanis smiled. It felt as though the world had just sighed and everything was right. Richard couldn't speak, his throat had gone dry, and he looked down to the hand holding his. It occured to him, just how smooth that hand was. It was strong and firm, but so very smooth. Like polished marble, but marble that held heat and light in itself. A small whimper brought his head up slowly, lazily, to look at Rebecca who was struggling in her chair, her knuckles turning white for the effort of gripping the arms of the chair. He frowned slightly wondering why she was so agitated until he looked in her eyes. He read them as easily as Ereanis could read their minds. Lust poured through her in waves, making her wet and hot in seconds.

"I do need to feed," came a voice drawing both their gazes to Ereanis who stepped back and forced his own circle of power back within himself. He understood enough about the two people before him that if he had fed without asking, whatever trust he had built would vanish.

"You stopped," said a breathy Rebecca the minute the lust died down. She was still incredibly wet, open even inside her slacks, already prepared and eager to be penetrated, but able to think and reason. She realised he could have easily had them, again, had he so wished, but had held back. She was not surprised, and having seen the pain in his eyes earlier already knew her answer to the unasked question. "Richard," she stated firmly, drawind Richard's gaze sharply towards her at the tone of voice. "You should not be standing slave."

A gasp escaped the man as he nearly instantly dropped to his knees. The tone that had been used by Rebecca had been unlike anything else he had ever heard from her, not even in their first acts of passion in the woods. No, he thought silently, she was much more today. She got up and walked towards Ereanis, stopping inches from him, forcing herself to look up and look him in the eyes. He looked back down and in that instant, sent her an image of what he would enjoy doing with them. "Yes," she murmured softly and turned back to Richard. She knew what Ereanis wanted and what exactly she had said yes to. He smiled softly and nodded once before leaning down to kiss her. She felt her world explode in sparks as his lips met hers and she moaned into his mouth heavily enough for it to sound like a purr. The feel of his lips pressed against hers, opening her mouth and his tongue grazing her own teasingly slow only made her shiver harder. He tasted like nothing she ahd ever tasted before. Sweet, thick and head spinningly intoxicating. She would have fallen had not his hands wrapped around her and held her as he stopped and stepped back.

"Let us attend to Richard," he said quietly and smiled as he stepped in front of Richard, leading Rebecca by the hand. "Richard," she said softly in a voice that no longer held gentleness, but steel in it. No drill sergeant, no major could have a voice like that, though they would be envious if they ever heard it themselves. Ereanis smiled inwardly at the man's reaction to Rebecca's next words. "Crawl to the room slave, and we will find uses for you." she finished with a purr. The end of the command brought a moan from Richard's throat. The mere thought of being used as a toy for his Mistress' pleasure made his heart pump and chest heave for breath.

Getting on his hands and knees, Richard crawled to the bedroom, very aware that Rebecca and Ereanis were watching him from behind. He wasn't worried though, for the advice coming from Rebecca, made sure that he was well aware that both of them found him incredibly attractive and ensured he presented his ass in the best light.

They reached the bedroom soon enough, and Rebecca immediately grabbed Richards hair, raised him up and tossed him down upon the bed. "Stay there slave," she warned him and turned around to find Ereanis was standing beside one wall that was changed to reveal enough bondage accessories and equipment to stun the woman. It wasn't that she had never seen so many, but that they had appeared out of nowhere. Ereanis with a thought and flare of energy, ensured Rebecca was naked too, her clothes having suddenly disappeared. Rebecca only shook her head and chuckled at Richard's soon to be plight.

Together, with Ereanis doing any of the major lifting and straining far too easily, the bound Richrd across the bed, the man's arms pulled up over his head, tied under the bed, his legs straight, but apart and tied off as well. Then, Ereanis had his clothing disappear, to reveal himself whole and nude. He was not glowing now and though Rebecca and Richard had seen him before, they both found themselves lusting after him even more, now that he was nude. He was semi erect, twitching almost lazily it seemed, and rather large. Slightly more than nine inches, and perfectly smooth, he was curving upwards and seemed to be made of solid honey, a dark and shaded texture. Richard, who had prided himself on being straight (mostly) all his life, found himself overcome with need for him. Rebecca meanwhile, nearly collapsed against the wall at the sight of him, unable to contain the moisture that seemed to trickle down her legs so quickly and so easily. Ereanis himself was well aware of both their needs and played to it perfectly.

"Come Rebecca, why dont we play with our little toy?" he said softly, as he stepped towards her and led her to the bed. Suddenly, Rebecca found herself in complete dominant mode at the sight of Richard stretched across the bed. Immediately, she turned, retrieved a leather cock strap from the wall and proceeded to tie it tightly around the base of Richard's cock and tightened it still more when Ereanis whispered through her mind and told her that he would know when Richard was being harmed and could call a stop to everything without things getting out of hand as well as the fact that he could exchange energy to help heal the man. Richard himself had heard nothing and was about to protest when Ereanis slipped a gag over his mouth, cutting off speech. Next came Rebecca, stepping beside Ereanis with a blindfold and cutting off his vision.

"Now we play," purred Rebecca into Richard's ear before the two moved around to the man's feet

It started slowly. Rebecca climbed onto the bed, and though Richard knew that someone had done just that, the blindfold kept him in the dark (pun intended) as to who it was. The feel of breath against his inner thighs made him moan lightly behind his gag. God, how that smallest of acts made him quiver and quake in his bonds. As if to further his torment, the lips kissed ever so lightly against his skin, forcing his breath to stick in his throat. His skin burned as if he had a fever and the lips responded by moving up, off his body, only to reattach themselves further apart, pressing down, and teeth suddenly digging into his thighs.

"MMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!" moaned Richard, helpless in his need and aching from how so very hard he was. He would have guessed it was Rebecca from the size of the mouth and bite, had he not been oblivious to the world in that instant, but he was and so he didn't. A tongue pressed against his nipple, licking like a cat would, in long hard strokes, making him whimper with need. The pair of lips and teeth worked him over steadily for some time, drawing small sounds of pleasure, little whimpers and moans from his throat, leaving him trembling in their stead. So aroused was he that he felt aflame, every part of his body sensitive, tingling, almost painfully so, with desire. He never wanted it to stop, craved it so much he could not even hear a thing, save for the rush of blood in his head, the thundering of his heart.

Erineas smiled softly at the sight under him. Richard's skin was flushed and he was panting through his gag, his nose no longer able to provide him enough air, despite its flaring attempts to do so. Erineas could also see the more obvious proof of the man's arousal, his cock, curving straight up before arching down towards his legs, gracefully, and pulsing, twitching and drooling pre cum in response to the gentle teasing.

Rebecca then smiled and got off the bed and walked to the wall to retrieve a crop. Her own hips swayed tantalising, a tell tale sign Erineas knew, of her arousal. She sauntered back to the bed, her eyes smoky with pleasure, licking her lips ever so slightly. Erineas grunted as he opened himself up a bit more and let himself feel, truly feel, the energy in the room, for it was a massive amount. He blinked once forcing himself to sort through it all. Richard was putting out the most, lust pouring from him in large enogh quantities that it truly stunned Erineas. He had never felt such an excess from any living being before. But more surprising was that Rebecca was nearly putting out the same amount. Usually it took months of close contact with specific humans for them to develop such an ability to exude energy so easily and so vast in amount and this turn of events left Ereanis a bit anxious.

Rebecca sensing his anxiousness, though misunderstanding it, made her way to his side, gently going to her knees beside him and laying a kiss on his arm. "I haven't known you for an entire day, Ereanis, but I understand enough of your nature to say that you are not an evil being. Whatever errors have occured, I am sure that you have not wished them." she said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. He stared at her for the span of a few moments before leaning down, gently and chastly, kissing her lips, in thanks, reminding them both in the process that time for doubts, worries and questions would come later. Reminding them both that the quivering man underneath them was in dire need of attention and had not even heard what she had said.

Ereanis got up, taking Rebecca by the hand and lifting her with him as they made their way back around towards Richards legs. On an impulse, he got behind her, pressing skin to skin and resting his own cock between the cheeks of her ass, and wrapping his own hand around hers, gripping both her and the crop, before whispering in her ear.

"His body is sensitive and some things will be pain," he said, his breath burning against her ear, and suddenly, once again, Rebecca found her mind scrambled, her focus torn between the feel of him pressed against her, the feel of his breath against her ear, his hand on hers and the bound man ahead. Lifting the crop, Ereanis tapped Richard's inner thigh lightly, a grazing touch, teasing the man further, drawing out a whimper from his throat. "There, there and there," he continued in a whisper, not wanting to alert the man and keep him in suspense, as he tapped next the side of his ass centimetres to the right of his throbbing cock. "Those places will give him a lesser sensation. These others will bring him to the edge of pleasure and pain..." he murmured, taking her ear into his mouth and biting down as his hand moved hers and the crop, this time to tap on Richard's testicles, shaft, armpits and nipples. "Go easy on the head, that will be only pain, albeit pleasant pain to him right now." he finished as he stepped back and walked back around to the bound slave's head. He had done the small demonstration because he knew the effect it would have and smiled knowingly as he retrieved a ring gag on his way towards Richard's head.

He took off the gag and bent low, speaking clearly but softly and firmly into the man's ear. "Beg your Mistress to use her crop slave," he commanded and waited, his hands gently teasing the man's nipples, making them harder, and toying with them.

"P-Please Mistressss," hissed Richard, stammering to breathe and force the words out of his throat. "Use, t-th-the crop on me..." he finished in a whispered rush. He gave a yelp of surprise when the crop fell, not moments after he had finished, landing right on his right nipple. Ereanis let him have another stroke on the other nipple from Rebecca before he put the ring gag on him.

Richard, meanwhile couldn't think, and for the first time in his life felt as though he were going to come without stimulation, and surely would have, had the cock strap not been attached firmly. His skin burnt, and each strike of the crop on his nipples sent darts of pain and pleasure shooting through his head. He moaned and drooled around the new gag, unable to comprehend its use and his situation. Until, that is, Ereanis forced himself into his mouth. Richard had been straight his whole life, but the thought of his situation, that fact that Rebecca was watching him being forced to pleasure another man orally sent him into a delirium of pleasure. His cock pulsed as an orgasm built up behind the strap, making him even more sensitive, painfully so, and that in turn sent another orgasm crashing through him as he realised Rebecca could see how he would already be cumming had it not been for that thick strip of leather.

Rebecca nearly came at the sight of Ereanis entering Richard's mouth, and she let fly with the crop. It fell again and again, thighs, abdomen, armpits, cock, over and over, until the man was a writhing mess, his cock bulging and seemingly on the verge of explosion. He bucked and writhed, twisted and turned, or at least tried to, and moaned around Ereanis as she struck him over and over. Finally, unable to take it anymore, nearly screaming, with pleasure, he gave Rebecca her cue. She didn't waste a moment, not even putting down her crop as she clambered up onto his prone form and slid down his shaft. Richard screamed as he felt his cock enveloped by her. So wet was she, yet so very tight, that she caused him pain, which only added to his pleasure as her pussy swallowed him whole in one fell swoop.

"OOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!!" she moaned, helplessly, immediately rising and falling on him, riding him hard into the mattress while Ereanis pulled out of his mouth, removing the gag as he got up. Rebecca barely noticed the act, so absorbed was she in her own pleasure and the feel of Richard so hard and deep inside her, burning and throbbing helplessly in her pussy. She did realise it, however, when Ereanis stepped behind her, grabbing her breasts in his hands and tugging on her nipples. Her frenzy incerease and the pleasure from her nipples ran straight down to her pussy, making her clench and spasm around Richard, tearing helpless yelps and whimpers, moans and semi-screams from the man as she bounced faster and faster on him. It lasted for a few minutes, when suddenly, Erineas reachede down and effortlessly unclipped Richard's cock strap. The result was loud, and had it not been for Ereanis sealing off the sounds with his innate abilities, surely the police would have eventually been called.

Richard screamed, and didn't stop as he came again and again and again, in a seemingly endless cycle, unable to hold back the orgasms that had built up in his cock. His throbbing and monstrous climax sent Rebecca over the edge, nails digging into his skin as she bit into his nipple, hard, screaming around the flesh in her mouth.

Finally, things seemed to settle down, with Rebecca left panting, yet far from sated on the thoroughly used and dried Richard. Richard, panting and gasping for breath, barely noticed Ereanis untie him, and remove his blindfold. He seemed dull around the edges, hazy, in the way that only absolutely fantastic sex can achieve. He couldn't move, yet neither did he want to, and every ache and throb seemed only to twinge the pleasure center in his brain. "MMmmmm..." he moaned softly, cracking his eyes open and curling up on his side as Rebecca got off him.

"You are not finished," purred Ereanis as he grabbed Rebecca's hair and pulled her off Richard and onto the bed, forcing her neck back as he leaned down and kissed her more thoroughly than before. His tongue shoved into her mouth, drawing whimpers from her throat, eagerly swallowed, and shivers coursing down her spine. He bit her lips and growled from deep within his belly at the sounds she made and the feel of her body quivering under his touch. He stopped the kiss to look into the womans eyes, slit with pleasure, her breath coming in short gasps and whimeprs, her entire body limp and quaking. Even though her desire seemed obvious, a quick glance into her thoughts confirmed his beliefs and he dragged her by her hair, Rebecca stumbling and moaning as she tried to stumble and get up in an attempt to keep up with him. That, however, did not work. With a glint in his eye and a slightly extended step, Ereanis ensured that the women fell to her knees and scurried behind him on her hands and knees as he made his way to the wall with the toys on it. Upon reaching there, he let the woman rest for a moment before considering his next course of action.

Rebecca, lost in her world of pleasure, at both the rough treatment and the passion he seemed to so easily raise in her, was oblivious to it all. She hardly registered the fact that she was not moving, let along the fact that she was on her knees her fingers digging into her thighs until her nails begun to draw blood. Finding herself loosing touch with reality as she fell faster and faster into subspace, she didn't even realise that she had not touched herself and was trying very hard not to, since she had not had permission from her Master. This was strange for Rebecca, since she had been a dominant ever since she had first started sexually experimenting and trying out new things. The poor woman hadn't a clue what was going on, and didn't care much. After all, how could she when her pussy seemed to be quite literally dripping with need and her nipples hard enough to throb in pain. Therefore it was only natural that when Ereanis spoke, she seemed shocked as if she had been totally unaware of the room and its occupants.

"Get up," he commanded, and how quickly she obeyed. The mere tone of his voice brought her pussy into pre orgasmic spasms, and she might have even been able to stop herself had she wanted to... until her to bend over and she saw the wooden stock in front of her. Her vision blurred with the strength of the first orgasm, which though small shook her knees and would have dropped her to the ground had it not been for Ereanis' grip on her hair. The pain itself stedied her, though it added to her orgasm ripping a moan, loud and filled with need, from her throat. How she loved the idea of him forcing her into the stock... how it shook her to imagine the ways in which he might use her, bound and exposed, for his own pleasure... the thought of pleasing him forced strength to her legs, giving her enough support to stand. Oh, how she desired to pleasure him.

Ereanis forced himself to blink and sort through the immense strength of her arousal as it hit him, like a frieght train plowing into a picket fence. His smile, next, proved more than anything else the promise of so much to Rebecca she whimpered. Effortlessly he lifted her over it, one hand opening the stock and the other pushing her neck into position, her hands following shortly after. Satisfied that she was in place, he banged the stock down, softly but firmly - the wood resonating from both its solidity and age - startling her, and locked it in place. Next, he took some rope and tied her legs off, straight and wide apart with individual lengths of rope around her ankles. Each leg was secured not only at the ankle, but just under and over her knees and thighs, the remainder of the treated hemp bound in a thick, tight and elaborate knot to hang centimeters under her pussy. Finally, he retrieved the very prominently heavy bull whip hanging on the walls.

Richard might have protested had he been conscious. Fortunately for the two that were awake, he was not.

"Such a wet slut," whispered Ereanis in his husky voice, the sound curling around Rebecca's belly and forcing her to clench and gasp for breath. In demonstration of his point, Ereanis lifted the knot and pressed it against her pussy, slowly grinding it into her and letting the rope absorb some of her moisture. "You like that?" he asked softly as a loud moan escaped her lips and smiled wickedly as he cracked the whip, letting it twist under the woman and purposely missing her breasts by millimetres so that she might feel the movement of air in the whips wake. This drew another half-moan, half-whimper, from the woman, her pussy spasming visibly and dripping her own fluids down her legs. She was so open and ready that Ereanis could see her pink centre open and close spasmodically, showing a dark hole one second, and squeezing out her clear cum the other. The sight turned his eyes into glowing embers.

Rebecca felt as though her breasts weighed considerable more than they had moments ago, as she felt the stir of the air made by the whip. Her mind spun as the thought of the whip assailed her. The knot slightly grinding and firmly pressed against her, being dropped periodically to ensure she wouldn't cum drove her to dizzying new heights of ecstasy. Every time it left her pussy, she was reminded that he could see everything, the cold air hitting her heated, burning and swollen sex to drive that piece of information home with a stunning clarity. "Ooooooooooohhhhhhh..." she moaned helplessly as the whip cracked so very, very close to her clit. The teasing was driving her insane.

"Such a dirty slut," said Ereanis as he raised his arm and curled the whip around her thigh to leave his first mark against her skin. It was gentle, barely a flick, but it would sting profoundly, he knew, as the little less than an inch red mark burned and rose higher from her skin. He savoured her yelp and ensuing moan with relish struck again, marking her other side, but this time aiming and striking the inside of her ass cheek. She screamed softly and heavily at the feel of the burning, though before she had finished the whip had struck again, this time going under her, between her legs and striking just in between her breasts. Her scream resumed its volume when the leather struck her, and didn't stop this time. It turned into a continous scream of pleasure and pain as Ereanis struck again and again, leaving her inner thighs, ass, breasts, sides and back with red marks varying in intensity and length, before stopping.

"Plea... please... please..." she whispered in short stuttering gasps over and over, her mind overloaded with the need to cum, unable to think, unable to function, made helpless by her need to cum.

"Then cum," snarled Ereanis as he leaned his weight forward, hands reasting on the top of the stock, arched over Rebecca and with a flick of his hips sent half of his cock into her pussy. She screamed louder than before, nearly shrieking, her orgasm tearing at the edges of her consciousness, turning her vision to a brilliant white. There was pain and there was pleasure... the pain of the sudden intrusion, his cock forcing his way into her with a strength she could not have imagined... but that paled in contrast to the pleasure of being filled, so very completely filled, and being forced to stretch around his thick girth. So completely did he fill her width that even the juices stopped flowing out of her, leaving her breathless as her scream died, still orgasming around his length. Then, he sent her farther into subspace with yet another twist of his hips that sent the rest of his length into her. His girth easily allowed his cock to rub across her g-spot as he raised one hand and snapped it down in the same instant, sending the tip to strike her clit fast and sharp and her body into overdrive. For Rebecca, breathless and unable to relax enough to draw one either, time seemed to stop as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her.

"Not yet," growled Ereanis and began to mercilessly piston his shaft in and out of her sex, shaking the stock despite its weight and anchoring to the floor, while his hand worked in a blur, sending the whip over her clit each time he pushed into her. Rebecca's eyes had begun to roll back into her head with the sensation of far more pleasure from all the stimulus when she saw Richard.

He had woken at her first scream, and though far to exhausted to ordinarily even sit up, had managed to crawl to her face, still on his hands and knees. Now, he kissed her deeply, cupping her face tenderly in his hands as he did so and sending yet another orgasm shooting through Rebecca so hard her juices spurted out noisily around Ereanis' cock, squirting and wetting him as well as herself.

And Ereanis fed. The lust poured into him and the energy drove his head back, neck arched at the sheer quantity. To his commendable control, he did manage to pour some energy into both Rebecca and Richard. Neither of the two had withstood his feed and the sheer volume of lust and energy in the room in the span of that second, and had passed out after cumming yet again. Richard lay collapsed on his side, his cock still twitching and covered in juices, moist once again, and Rebecca would have been in a predicament had not Ereanis been holding her up. Within moments he had removed her from the stock and bent to lift Richard, gently placing each of them on the bed before wiping their faces and covering them with blankets. Perhaps, he thought silently, it was already too late to avoid getting them involved. However, as he gazed softly at the two lying on the bed, their hands finding each other and curling about themselves even in the unconsciousness he realised he felt no guilt, no fear and only a sense of rightness that he had not felt in far too long. Looking into his eyes as he gently kissed each atop their heads and stroked their hair, one might have seen many things. A lover caring for their own, a parent tending his children, and maybe even a good looking in upon their followers. What anyone and everyone would have seen without exception, would have been love. The tear trailing down his cheek, when Rebecca shifted and reached for his arm, pulling him down towards herself in bed, was not one of sadness. It was a tear of release, of forgiveness. He forgave himself, and he could not have done otherwise, because he knew that he had found love, and home.

Dawn may have broken hours ago, but to Ereanis, even that paled in comparison to his place and the sight before him as he rested, his head above Rebecca's, legs entwined with hers and Richards, one hand under their heads, his palm holding Richards face tenderly upon it and the other draped across Rebecca, his fingers resting lightly on Richard's lower back. The room was silent, save for their breathing and heartbeats.

A new type of dawn had broken...